[center][h1][color=Orange]Bartholomew Whitlock[/color][/h1][/center]
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Bartholomew was awoken from his slumber by the piercing ringing noise that resonated from the bedside alarm clock. Without opening his eyes he swiftly hit the top of the alarm clock to turn it off and slowly rose from his bed. Upon exiting his room, he began his normal everyday routine starting with making coffee before heading to the shower and letting the water help get him fully awake. Once dressed and having eaten and had his coffee he made his way out the door of his home and began the walk to work. 

As he made his way to work his mind went to the preparations he needed to completed before the fall festival. It had been seven years since he had stumbled into the new world of Nowhere, seven years of discovering what it meant to be a shifter as well as a lycanthrope. While being a shifter provided benefits, the lycanthrope portion provided problems, at least only under the full moon. Thus he needed to take precautions as to keep the beast from doing harm to actual citizens, be it human or other supernaturals. The first couple of years of changing under the full moon, he had locked himself in his own basement, having built a quick home made cage room for him to contain the beast during those nights. It had not always worked out, and occasionally the beast did escape though luckily not to far off from home he would notice when waking up the next morning. He devised a better idea over time deciding to build a large shed out in his back yard, a little ways into the treeline of the woods. It had a concrete base, and four sturdy steel walls. He had managed a means of locking the door on the inside while not allowing the beast access to unlocking it, if it was even smart enough to do so. Commonly he brought fresh meat with him on those nights to the shed, as a means of hopefully in some way appeasing the monster that came out on the full moon. 

Having the shed as a safe spot to change without harming anyone was good, but the monster still had always wanted out and did do a number on the walls that at time needed to be repaired so they kept there integrity. It was more important now with all the recent disappearances around Nowhere. He had garnered little trust from the local shifter population. Wile he was part shifter, he was still part lycanthrope something that shifters had strong hatred towards. He would rather not have fingers being pointed as him as some murderer that stalked the full moon nights from unwilling victims to disembowel and become some form of scapegoat. 

He arrived at the Fireball Auto Repair an hour earlier then he needed to be there, as usual the first to arrive for the day of work ahead. He enjoyed having a little time to himself before his coworkers came into the shop as well. It let him focus on the idea that despite becoming part of something bigger he still was just a man making a living, still in some ways human. Thinking on the idea of being human he was reminded that he needed to give his family a call and see what had been going on since he had last checked in. He wished to tell them at times of all the things that had happened to him. They knew about the attack and the death of his friend but none of the things he had come to learn shortly there after, probably because saying it aloud without proof made it sound crazy.